by Kelli Walker
She gasped against my hand at her chest, and I took hold of her nipple, squeezing and pulling with firm, gentle tension. Before she could remember any attention to me, I realized there would be no way for me to fairly fight her clothes - not if she wanted to wear them home. In a rush, I retreated back up her front but fought my hand back down her body as I snuck my wrist beneath her waistline.
Harley arched her neck back over my shoulder as I bent down to reach. I felt my hand in the darkness dancing down the broad face of her soft panties. I didn’t dawdle long, and, with my cock long out of reach, Harley’s hands retracted to her own body, one grasping her other tit over the shirt while the other swaddled and smoothed the sweat brewing at her bare neck.
The smooth piedmont at the base of her torso suddenly gave way as my fingers further explored, reaching the foothills of her private ridgeline.
“Ryan, I…”
I reached forward, falling into the gap between her legs with my fingers. I squeezed at the knuckles and curved beneath her, pressing forcefully toward her heart. She shuddered against my hands, and I smiled for seizing whatever sentence Harley had in mind. I pressed again, harder this time, half-holding Harley up as her legs squirmed and shook.
I slid my hand forward and back, feeling her lips bulging behind the pseudo-protection of her panties. Harley gasped and groaned, pulling at her breast with ecstasy while reaching her other hand to the back of my head, gathering and grasping at my hair.
With my middle finger, I smoothed a searching spiral down the length of her crease, pulling back to press firmly again between the ridges before repeating the slow cycle down, letting Harley’s lips swell and open from the inside out.
Her panting breaths told me that my patience wouldn’t require much pronouncement, and, with a few more passes between her legs, I could feel it working. Her lips parted and smacked against one another, lathering themselves with each permissive pass from my fingers as Harley’s pussy piqued, whetting with its own wetness. Satisfied that she was ready, I rocked my hand sideways and placed the broad side of a knuckle against the tight slit’s mid-section. Taking a deep breath, I paused and readied myself, nosing my way past Harley’s hair to kiss her neck as I began.
I wriggled my wrist, knocking my knuckle from side to side while pressing into her front with the side of my hand. For a moment, Harley quaked with spasms as the first electrifying impulses shot through her body. She settled as the pleasure became less poignant and painful, humming breathlessly near my ear.
As her lips loosened to the point of propping happily on either side of the fabric undergarment, I could feel her wetness forming at my fingers. With no real reason to remain constrained, I felt over one of her exposed ridges and began to slide the strip of panties to the side.
I stopped as Harley’s hand jumped down out of the dark and grabbed my wrist.
“No, Ryan. Stop.”
Of course, I obeyed, but I didn’t remove my hand. “You sure?” I rubbed a finger back down the gap, listening to Harley’s breathless gasps. “I mean, I’ll stop if you want me to, but…” My fingers stretched to the farthest half between her lips and pressed in, sliding my fingertips easily into the tight crater of her perfect pussy even with the panties still impeding.
It took a moment, but again she stopped me. I started to feel uneasy until my drunken mind finally understood.
“Where are you staying?”
“Me? Uh… At the Opulum Suites in Wilfredton. Why?”
A silence followed, and Harley slowly pulled my wrist from her skirt, standing straight before softly whispering an answer in my ear.
“You know why.”
She took my hand and led me out of the crowd, barely giving a backward glance as we ducked through the doors and, with a shiver, emerged into the cool night air.
“Which one’s yours?”
I glanced up from staring at her ass, enamored with the way it bounced, bobbing from side to side with each step she took. “Hmmm? Oh! Uh… That one, there. It’s a rental.”
She nodded and moved that way, pulling me to her side and wrapping my arm around her. I looked over and wondered why she was smiling, almost laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“You! Oh, what, are you really going to pretend you weren’t just going googly-eyed staring at my butt?”
“Oh… You saw that, uh, I’m sorry. It’s just…”
She giggled. “You don’t have to be sorry, Ryan. I like the way you look at me. Now open my door for me and take me somewhere with walls and a door so we can do more than just use our eyes.”
Without question, I willingly did exactly as I was commanded. We pulled out of the parking lot and, seeing Harley shiver in the passenger seat, I switched on the car’s heating element. I followed the yellow dashes illuminated ahead in the headlights as the car delved into the moonless night, and, within moments, we were warm again and swallowed by the darkness surrounding the country roads.
“How far is it?”
I glanced at her, seeing only her eyes glowing in my direction. “Not far. Maybe twenty… twenty-five minutes?” I smiled but chose not to sneak another look in the darkened car interior. “Why… Are you feeling impatient?”
“Yes. I can’t wait that long.”
Her voice was quiet but much closer than before. I flinched, realizing Harley was whispering just below my ear, leaning toward me in the dark. A question formed at my throat, but the words never found my voice to carry them. I felt sensations tingling up my spine as Harley’s fingers danced atop my quad muscle, twirling and sliding with a touch so gentle she might’ve been blowing on the skin instead.
I forgot to breathe and gripped the steering wheel harshly, hearing the rubber and plastic grooves creak dangerously under my stimulated strength. Harley’s hands were between my legs, rubbing down my thighs and swaddling the bulge beneath my zipper.
She pulled back my shirt and, for a moment, fumbled with my belt buckle. I felt like I should say something but couldn’t imagine anything close to a complete thought. I kept my eyes on the road but felt my waist loosen as Harley unfastened my pants. The sound of the zipper’s teeth chattering open was unmistakable, and, with the twist of her hand through the fabric door of my briefs, Harley was inside, taking hold of my cock. I knew that it had softened by the time we’d left the club, hoping that wouldn’t deter her. Still, I did remember to count my blessings, thankful that I had a piece of ‘machinery’ that remained sizeable enough, even when flaccid, to quiet any woman who might question its potential to satisfy.
Harley’s arm touched my side as I felt myself being tugged and squeezed. It was claustrophobic, and I winced a little as something sharp caught a curled hair, but soon it was over, and I found myself taking a long, comfortable breath. I could feel the muscled mass of my cock relaxing, uncaged outside its denim dungeon. I glanced down, seeing the fabric portal of my underwear propped open and recognizing the full extent of my dick lying lopsided across my lap.
As I returned my eyes to the road ahead, trying to remember where I was heading, Harley wrapped her thin fingers around me and propped me toward her leaning body, making my penis look even more enormous in the grip of her small hands.
“Don’t crash. And don’t stop. Deal?”
Of course, I would’ve agreed, but Harley was too greedy to wait for an inevitable answer. A sigh flowed from my lungs, and I had to force my eyes not to roll back in my skull as Harley’s warm, wet mouth quietly descended and slurped down over my head. She held me inside her, tasting my cock with swirls around the tip and taps at its base from the flicks of her tongue. She pulled back and sucked her spit off the fleshy helmet, knowing she would want it in a moment.
Harley’s hands tightened and relaxed, massaging me with little strokes as again she pulled me into her mouth. She sucked and swirled as she juggled my head across her tongue. Soon she started bobbing her head, working her way down little by little with little spits past her lips, slicking down my dick until almost its e
ntire length was lathered.
I grunted as we turned down another dark stretch of road, and she pulled me out of her mouth, rubbing her lips up and down my shaft, licking me from end to end, and kissing the cap.
I could hear her slurping and sucking, unable to believe this was the same girl I thought I knew so well. Harley swirled herself down on top of my dick, pulling me further inside until her nose was burrowing into my balls beneath my boxers. She breathed in through her nose, exhaling with a blow of air and saliva around the massive cock filling her mouth. I could feel myself hardening as she kept me there, thrusting my head deeper and deeper into the tightness of her throat. She gagged and gulped, pulling back only to gasp and spit more lube before choking herself down on me again.
With both hands, she stroked me, wringing my cock and sucking its head until my balls started aching. I drove faster, wanting to touch her body and feel her wet pussy again.
“Hey, we’re… oh, fuck… Um, sorry, uh… the hotel’s just up ahead.”
The sound of a slurp filled the car, and I was rocked by sparkling spasms as Harley jerked her hands up and down, licking pearls of precum as they dribbled from the tip. She hummed, moaning that she loved the taste before squeezing tighter and sucking more.
“H-… Harley… Did you hear me?”
“Mhmm.” Her answer was given as she squeezed me again down her throat. The unconcerned reply gave me vibrations that felt incredible. I throbbed inside her, and Harley moaned. The intensity of the sound was even stronger than my own grumble of pleasure. I wondered if she was touching herself and couldn’t wait to find out. I accelerated faster, even though I could see the hotel lights less than a mile away.
“Harley, you can… ooooh… Harley, stop it. You’re going to make me come… We’re here, okay? God, that feels good.”
Every time I told her to stop, she put even more enthusiasm into her efforts. As I pulled off the road and into the hotel parking lot, I was glad to be done driving. It was becoming impossible to pay attention. I swerved into a parking space and threw the car out of gear, finally getting to look down and witness what was filling the car with an endless song of sucking and groaning.
“Harley, we’re here! Holy shit, that’s… oh, man… fuck yeah, right there… ohhh. No! Harley!”
I wrapped my hand around her neck and tried to pull her off. I gasped with pain and pleasure as she let her teeth touch me for the first time, gently digging their sharp points around my cock and immediately preventing me from stopping her.
“Harley?! What- oh my god… oh… goddamnit, Harley…”
I was beginning to pulse rhythmically and, if she didn’t stop, I wasn’t going to be able to stop. No matter how tempting it sounded, I wasn’t letting her finish me until I had at least made her come once.
I leaned over, amazed that she hadn’t been touching herself at all, and reached my arm behind her, feeling between her cheeks. With my other hand, I preemptively clasped her neck under her jaw but struggled not to get distracted as I could feel my cock throbbing from inside her throat. I felt her ass but reached one finger length farther before making my move.
I watched Harley’s mouth stretching around my meat and started thrusting my hands harshly against her cunt, pushing harder until she moaned so loud that she released me.
I pulled her off of me by the throat, wincing as my dick grated against her canines. Her face was red from working so hard at it, and the streams of saliva down her chin momentarily made me wish I’d let her continue. That thought vanished as Harley took on an expression so dismissively demure that it was insulting.
“What? No, no, no. You don’t get to do that. You…! Forget it. Just get your butt out of this car. It’s my turn now, Harley.”
“What? No, I…”
“Ohhhh, now you want to play fair. Nope, you’ve had your fun for a while. I can’t believe you almost…?!”
She smiled coyly, looking so sexy and slutty that I almost thought I’d blow my load anyway. I sighed and steadied myself, then fastened my pants in a rush, stuffing my full-blooded cock behind my loosened belt-buckle.
I jumped out of the car and ran around, yanking Harley’s door open with terrific force.
Playfully but powerfully, I pulled her from her seat and lifted her over my shoulder, to which she yelped with surprise. With my hand on her ass and a kick to close the car door, I carried Harley, laughing hysterically, to my room as quickly as my legs could take us.
I struggled first to find the key card, then I had to haggle with the lock, inserting the card only to miss the chance to turn the handle. Finally, I let go of Harley and let her teeter against my neck. The door opened, and I took hold of her cheeks again, practically running into the room with her and already sliding her skirt down her legs before the door swung shut behind us.
She was giggling profusely as her legs were forcefully freed, and I tossed her skirt over my other shoulder. I started to laugh, too, leaning down in a rush and tossing Harley onto the immaculate display of bed coverings, letting her back hit the comforter with a splash of air.
She gasped, and I pounced, ready to enact my revenge. I could still feel my balls bulging and my cock swollen within my pants, but I ignored them, launching my lips against Harley’s as I ripped off the rest of her clothes. I threw each subsequent article of fabric in a different direction until, at last, only her underwear remained. I crouched with my knees on the bed, pulling her up to me, and pulled her hands around my neck, playfully nibbling at her ear. I flicked the back of her brasier, and, with the straps undone, Harley slid the rest of the wire, cloth, and padding down her wrists, letting her tits hang freely.
I ripped the bra from the bed beside her and passed it for the wall to catch. She giggled, and I smiled, shoving her back into the mess of blankets, sheets, and pillows. I lifted her body and slid her higher on the bed, leaving plenty of room for me to work on her.
I kissed Harley from her neck to her chest, taking my time to pay special attention to each perfect breast. I sucked one nipple, then the other, gently twisting them both as I licked down her cleavage and slid down her body.
Reaching her legs, I felt down their sides to her knees, then traced up to the insides of her thighs, spreading her body open to me. I leaned down, planting my face into the warmth of her panties. I heard the breath draw short at her breast, and I smiled into the fabric covering her pussy, inhaling the airing fragrance from her earlier excitement. My hands scooped up under her ass, and my fingers took hold of her legs at the base of her hips.
I wasted no time, remembering how she refused to stop in the car. I slung my tongue under the strap of fabric between her legs, using my teeth to pull Harley’s panties to the side. I marveled at her lips, looking up at her from between her legs with a grin as I saw that she clearly had continued making herself wet in the car, perhaps just by blowing me.
With that thought, sending a fresh surge of blood to thicken my cock, I longed to taste her. I nosed down and gripped her legs, knowing it was only a matter of time before she started to squirm.
I gave her lips three long licks with the flat of my tongue. With each pass, Harley’s gasps grew louder. After the last, I gathered my spit and sunk my mouth beneath the ridges, spreading her open with the edges of my jaw and shooting saliva to spread and slicken as I started to play.
I rolled my cheeks back and forth, covering my nose with her smell and kissing her from lip to lip. I licked to where they met, adding another spit to her little hooded button for later.
I trailed back down, rubbing Harley’s thighs as I snuck my tongue inside her. I held her tighter against me as she began to sigh and sway. Pressing my lips into the curve of her pussy, I was amazed at how turned on she was getting. Her wetness was so potent and smooth, even better than I could’ve imagined. I welcomed pools of it as I sucked and kissed, lapped and licked around her soft, weeping cunt. I stole a mouthful and shared it with her clit, sneaking my upper lip under its hood and drooling her pussy’
s warmth to cover it entirely. With the tip of my tongue, I circled it carefully, waiting to see her reaction to the electrical impulse before pressing and sucking any harder. I pulled my hands to help, bringing them up from beneath her ass to spread her lips and smooth the sweet juices over every surface in sight.
I penetrated her slowly with my fingers, rolling the girth evenly from side to side, touching every angle inside before sliding deeper still. Harley arched her back and groaned deeper with each tap toward her navel, each drum of motion inside her. My tongue flicked up under her hood and blanketed her clit, sliding and swirling until I heard Harley’s voice filling the room and felt her sobbing, sated pussy soaking the bedsheets. And still, I knew she had more to come.
I pressed my fingers together, squeezing through her tight wet pocket, before relaxing and spreading, adding pressure against her inner walls. I began a rhythm as I continued dancing slathered tastes over her button, fucking her with my hands faster and harder until Harley was begging me through her moans.
“Ryan, fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Please… Oh, god!… You’re going to make me come! Please, I want to come on your big fat dick. Fuck me with it, Ryan.”
I smiled as I pulled my other hand to spin under the hood and licked her pussy opening, where my fingers kept pressing inside.
“Ryan, pleaseee. Oh, fuck! Ohhhhh, fuccckkkk! … I’m going to come! Oh, yeah… Fuck yes, oooooh… Ryan… Beat me with your big cock. I want to feel it on my face… Oh, fuck...Ohhh… I want to feel it get wet with my cum, please.”
I looked up, over my fingers smoothing her clit, and felt myself throb hard in my pants. Harley had both tits in hand, pulling and plucking as she squeezed and pinched each breast in tandem. She saw me looking, and our eyes connected. I added more pressure into her pussy and tasted her warmth with satisfaction as I watched her lose herself in a flurry of inner convulsions. I waited until she was through, then slowly removed my hands. Knowing to be slow and gentle, I moved my mouth to meet her pussy, gradually letting her cum cover my tongue and fill my mouth, seeping within each cheek and sliding, delicious, between my teeth.
